And now the February sunlight
Falls on the fabricated flagstones
And climbs up the dried clematis
A small patch of grass flickers
In what you presume to be
A fairly, chill to the core, breeze
Soon there will be a birthday
Just as, not so so long ago
It was for you, yes your birthday
Thus there will be more words exchanged
From one side of the world
To the other side of the sunlight
